The Rise Of Calamity

Chapter 2 - Prologue 2

Unbeknownst to Atlas, he was being bullied and taken advantage of. This was due to him being unable to distinguish between sarcasm and truth. This was due to his lack of communication with other human beings over the years and this eventually took a toll on him.

The lack of interaction would make him easier to manipulate, easier to lie to and if he were to be bullied, he would have nowhere to go nor anyone to ask for help from.

The fact that his family despised him was a known fact throughout the school due to him unfortunately having to go to the same school as his senior step-sister, Dalia. Dalia would not stop harassing him even in school to the point she would go out of her way to make his school life as miserable as possible.

Her boyfriend, Derek, was not much better as he would usually join in on the "fun" his girlfriend was having. This quickly made Atlas a complete outcast, being rejected by everyone.

Eventually, Atlas would find a teacher in his second year which was willing to treat him like a normal human being. That year Atlas would achieve a feeling he felt for no one other than his mother, love! Yet, it was a different kind than the mother-child love.

He had fallen for her.

Atlas might have been anti-social and lacked common sense, but he knew when he saw a good looking woman. Atlas' teacher's name was Emily Dawson, normally called Miss Dawson by the students. She was a beautiful woman with wavy black hair going down to the waist.

She had light brown eyes and a dazzling smile comparable to no other. Her slim figure was a contrast to her well endowed curves in all the right places. She had an oval shaped face with the only imperfection being a small mole near the corner of her eye, on top of her cheek bones. She normally wore a shirt and blazer (black and white) with a pencil skirt (black) up to her knees. Yet the reason Atlas had fallen for her was simply appreciation for her not ignoring him, a love not meant to last.

At the age of 16 Atlas had finally had enough of the bullying. Dalia's boyfriend would send people to harass Atlas even after his graduation. Yet one day, after enduring so much, Atlas had finally snapped. Surprisingly, he did not lose himself to his own rage. Rather, there was a strange flicker deep within his dark brown eyes which resonated a tinge of violet. That flame flickered with determination, and from that day onwards Atlas would learn martial arts through the use of the internet.

Unsurprisingly however, It took Atlas an extremely long time to even perfect the basics due to not having anyone assess him, yet he strived forwards for almost another year till he hit the age of 17.

He had finally wanted to take revenge on his bullies and fight back when he got the chance to, and that chance came Rolling to his feet.

The main Bullies of Derek's Gang would attack him on his way home near the alleyways, but this time, they had another thing coming for them. Atlas had prepared multiple weapons over the months like a baseball bat, a knuckle duster he had bought illegally and a knife if things went south.

The teens in the alleyway were eating like usual in the alleyway, yet unbeknownst to them, a boy with black hair and dark brown eyes with a tinge of violet was looking at them with a twisted smile on his face.

Atlas quickly snuck up on them and to the surprise of everyone there, two loud 'BANG's of vibrating metals were heard behind them just to be followed up by a cracking sound after the second bang.

The plan was to take them completely by surprise, hoping that they would hesitate for a few more seconds after having two of their members knocked unconscious, and it worked.

Atlas swiftly swung his bat in an upwards motion to slam the tip of the bat on the chin of the leader. The other 3 members did not stand idly though, as they quickly attacked at the same time.

Cursing his ignorance, Atlas tried to step out of their encirclement which he had planted himself in. He swiftly swung again, hitting the man that was previously behind him, opening up an escape route out of the alleyway, as the two others started to run towards him.

Atlas thinks quickly to predict their next spot and uses their own momentum against them. The fact that they were running as fast as they were meant that the one being aimed at by the bat couldn't dodge in time due to not being able to stop fast enough. The bat whizzed through the air making a low tuned whistling sound before smashing the boy's face and throwing his head onto the wall.

The other boy threw a punch towards Atlas' unguarded ribcage which he took gracefully. This time, a small blurry object was coming into the boy's line of sight and it smashed his jaw with a metal object with 4 spikes protruding outwards which both stabbed and dislocated the bottom half of the mouth, only being held by the flesh on the side of his mouth.

Atlas had used the push momentum of the punch to his ribcage to increase his own momentum. He shifted his feet with speed, twisted his leg and bottom half of his waist and finally sent the momentum up to his shoulders and finally, his fist. with so much power in a single punch, any normal human would have been injured if not knocked out, yet the knuckle dusters Atlas was welding made him worry if he had killed the boy in an accident.

The moment Atlas got home he was brimming with excitement and felt like his worries had been taken off his chest, yet, this feeling only lasted a day just to find one group of bullies and harassers being replaced by taller and older ones who would constantly beat him to a pulp every week just barely allowing his wounds to heal.

For the next year, Atlas did not stop learning martial arts, he constantly switched from boxing, taekwondo and even systema which would come in handy in real life situations where honor and pride were something to scoff at.

He had not lost his motivation, yet some part of his hope had been crushed. He constantly found himself fantasizing about being born into a loving family. Slowly and unintentionally, Atlas had been losing his humanity, becoming numb to most things and untrusting to anyone and everyone.

Due to Atlas' repeated routine of studying for at least an hour a day, he finished the final exams with flying colors with straight A's in every subject he did in high school, yet somehow his achievements were overshadowed by the mediocre grades of his little brothers and the slow growth of his sister's acting career.

Atlas' college and university life had passed like a flash and when it came to getting a job in his chosen career choice of computer science, he got rejected from most of them due to "not having people skills" or "not enough experience".

After having left his previous home and had been blessed with a dorm with running water, light and even a showe. He couldn't go back to his old lifestyle so with the accumulated money of several years he decided to rent a flat and work a few part time jobs too.

After a few months of this, he had finally gotten a job which was linked to his university degree. By that time though, the countless sleepless nights and the long working hours of 2 part-time jobs was getting to him.

Atlas' eyes looked swollen with huge bags under it. The acne scars he had accumulated over the years didn't bother him, yet it made him quite sour to the eyes. His hair had receded slightly and some had turned white while the creases engraved on his forehead were deep enough to make anyone think he was an old man. He had a slightly unkempt beard with white strands here and there and a large scar on his right cheek from one of the beating he had taken when he was in high school.

All his step-siblings had been blessed by good lives and loving parents, yet they were the worst human beings he could think of, and that rage alone allowed Atlas to move forwards. He Constantly found himself thinking of ways to kill them or to simply make them suffer, praying to every god he could think of to make his wish come true, yet clearly the gods caught his bluff.

His pleas for justice went unanswered and his life drastically became worse. The memories of constant torment he got in high school came flooding back. His work life had given him an almost nostalgic Deja Vu feeling. yet it carried all his pain resurfaced from deep within his soul as the violet flame flickered vigorously within him.

For years he would go Through the same experience as his boss would persistently make fun of him. This was constantly done out of spite and also a motivation for other workers to not be like him and work harder, or they would be in his shoes.

And then, he finally snapped......